To say Sam was disgruntled during the first week of Callen's suspension would be an understatement. Kensi and Deeks had been doing their best not to aggravate Sam but it had been impossible; merely breathing seemed to be enough to irritate him. They finally decided their best strategy was avoidance so they took every excuse they could drum up to leave the office.
Towards the end of the week, Sam needed something and he went looking for his team mates in the bullpen and once again they were MIA. He spun around in frustration to check elsewhere for his errant agents and nearly trip over his diminutive boss who appeared right behind him.
"Lose something Mr. Hanna?" she inquired peering up at the large man.
Sam exhaled noisily. "Yeah. The rest of the team."
"Perhaps if you tried talking to them and not growling you'd be more successful in keeping them around."
Sam crossed his arms across his broad chest. "I haven't...," but he stopped on his own knowing what he was about to say was a lie.
Hetty smiled knowingly. "You're worried. Still nothing from Mr. Callen?"
His jerky motions hand motions mirrored the frustration in his voice. "More than a week. Not a word. Not a call, not an email, not a tweet. Even Eric and Nell can't find him... not that they have been looking for him, because that would be misuse of Government property," he concluded with a straight face.
"Indeed. Well keep me posted should you hear anything." She started to walk away then stopped. "Mr. Callen tweets?"
"Jasmine taught him."
"Huh. Imagine that. She is good for him you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"Carry on Mr. Hanna. And maybe tone it down, just a notch, with the team shall we?"
"Got it Hetty."
"Good," and with that she went back to her desk.
This suspension could not end fast enough. It was tearing her team apart. Granger had once again run off to attend some other important function leaving her to deal with the aftermath of his 'executive' decision. In other words he left her holding the bag.